I made a day of it at the Wallace Collection on the suggestion of my friend Louise. The collection is housed in a gorgeous mansion, and I totally enjoyed wandering the galleries. And all the dead hares.

















Christine had purchased us tickets to a play for the evening (when she thought she’d be joining me in London); I couldn’t face West End crowds again, so I skipped it, and started my list-making and packing for departure on 21 April. One more day to figure out some cool Paris stuff to do. (Afterword: I had a really great list, and then I mostly forgot to consult it. More about that later.)